Daysha was at home, in her small closet office in her bedroom. She rarely spent a lot of time in the confined space but just in case Aaron came home from his friends house or Darrin stopped over, she didn’t want them nosing about.
She popped out her personal laptop, still secured like her work one. The card the medic gave her was on the desk and she started typing in the site in a google incognito window. She sipped her coffee while waiting for it to appear.
She entered the digits and then the phrase on the card. TalkingDoll
Alright motherfucker if this is a sly way to help me download some virus, I will find you. I know the hospital you “work” at.